The Boy in Blue

Chapter 10

(Lance's POV)

We're cleaning Keith's house, and man, is it dirty! There are cobwebs everywhere. On top of that, every dish is dirty, and there are no clean clothes. I don't know how this boy is living in this dump. His mom definitely won't be happy coming home to this, so I'm helping him. 

I asked him where his dusters were, so I could clean out the cobwebs. He showed me to a closet that looked like it was trying to fit all of Cuba in there. Spoiler warning, it can't. Before I can even start cleaning, I have to dig through this mess to even find the duster. Next on my list of cleaning, organize this closet.

(Keith's POV)

Good luck to Lance on finding the duster. Meanwhile, I have to clean my room. I go to the closet first, there are t-shirts all over the floor, hangers lying around, and several pairs of jeans collecting dust. That looks like a lot of effort. Maybe I'll try something else.

There's always making my bed, but that's hard. Maybe-

My phone interrupts my thoughts, it's Pidge.

Pidgeon: I checked your and Lance's tracker, you're both at your house. So, tell me, are you two fucking yet or what?

Get Gay Keith: 3 things. 1. What trackers?! 2. No, of course not yet. 3. Would you stop changing my name?

Pidgeon: 1. Pretend I didn't say that. 2. Yet ;) 3. No.

Get Gay Keith: Shut up, I didn't mean that.

Pidgeon: Sure, sure.

Get Gay Keith: Go away, I have to clean.

Pidgeon: Fine. Tell me when you're done, so I can help you set the mood.

I set my phone down, but then I remember Pinterest. That sounds a hell of a lot more fun than cleaning. I pick up my phone again and start scrolling through Pinterest.

Lance walks into the room, "Keith! I thought you were cleaning!"

I keep scrolling on my phone, "I was, but it looks like too much effort."

"Seriously?!" He sighs, "Do you need me to help you?"

"No," I say, offended, "Why are you in here, anyway? I thought you were cleaning."

"I came in here to check on you after I found the duster. I know you, Keith, I figured you wouldn't be cleaning."

"Shut up. How did you even find the duster?" I asked, leaning forward slightly, expecting to see the pile in front of it.

Instead, I saw a perfectly clean closet, "I just organized the closet, it was easy. I was going to do that after I dusted the cobwebs, but I was already organizing it trying to find the duster in the first place. What have you done so far?"

"I cleaned up some of my closet," I lie.

He looks in my closet, "No you haven't, liar. Come over here, I'll help you get started."

I look up at the ceiling and groan. I drop my phone and walk over, still groaning, "Fine. How do I start."

He leans into the closet, and picks up some hangers, "Here, pick all of the hangers up and put them on your closet rod. Okay?" He smiles at me.

I kind of half-smile back, "I guess."

He walks out of the room, "Come get me when you're done, I'll be dusting." Before he leaves, he says, "When you finish the whole closet, I'll give you a reward~!" He says in a singsong voice.

I nod my head excitedly, and start to pick up the hangers. When I'm finished, I go to find Lance, who is now dusting in my mom's bedroom.

"That's a weird place to start dusting," I say, leaning on the doorway.

He looks at me, "Oh, no, I started in the living room. I just finished that."

I look at him, confused, "How in the world are you this good at cleaning?"

"Well, I'm the oldest sibling in my family, and I have to clean a lot, so I've gotten pretty good at it. I can cook, too." 

I stare at him, "You're so amazing, I want to marry you so badly right now."

He laughs, "Aw, princess, I love you, too, but we can't yet. I haven't even seen your dick yet," He says, jokingly.

Of course, I didn't get that. I started to unbutton my pants, "We can fix that."

He narrows his eyes at me, "Princess, we're cleaning now. Maybe later."

I pull my pants back up, "Later is good. Anyways, I finished putting up the hangers. What next?"

"Good, now, you need to put your shirts and jackets onto the hangers. Do you need me to show you how?" He says, setting the duster down.

"No, no, I've got it." I walk to my room, and start working on it. I put my jackets onto the hangers, and put shirts on there, too. I guessed what Lance would tell me to do next, and folded my pairs of jeans, and put those on the hangers. 

After that, my closet was clean. Lance walked into the room with the duster, "Your room is the last to dust! How's the closet coming?"

"It is completely clean, what's my reward?"

He smirks at me, "You get to see me dust your room wearing a maid outfit."